Category: Style

As I’m writing this, it is cold and pouring rain outside. Not the kind of weather that puts you in a spring mood. However, I know underneath the thick mass of stratus clouds, the sun is somewhere just waiting to poke out and fill our lives with light and warmth. At least I think it is….

She always dreams of satin pajamas and lace nighties instead of her worn-out yoga pants and college tee that she wears to bed every night. She wished she had a fairy godmother who could bibbidi-bobbidi-boo her into luxurious fabrics; then she could get a full night’s sleep while looking like a princess. Although no one…

Her alarm clock was set, coffee was poured, and pencils were sharpened. This was a class she didn’t want to miss. She found a seat near the front of the lecture hall and turned to the first page in her brand new notebook. School is now in session…

The first thing to slip was her accent. She had spent weeks practicing her French, making it sound as if she was fluent. Her first slip-up was when she pronounced the “t” at the end of s’il vous plaît. She looked down at the table to avoid his reaction and took a sip of her café au…

It was only supposed to be a fling. A quickie. A rebellious act for her as she disregarded everything her mother ever told her. It wasn’t supposed to last. But she was approaching the two year mark and still hadn’t put an end to it. It was only a sweater. Just a normal cashmere sweater…

When she looks to the right, she sees the okra stalks blooming. The flowers are a pale yellow with a dark red center. The bloom looks like it should be behind someone’s ear as they sway to the music somewhere on a tropical island. Instead, it remains attached to the okra stalk in an overgrown…

“I’ve lived here my entire life, but I have never been to the fall festival.” “It’s sorta cool, I guess. I mean, if there’s nothing better to do,” he said and then silently prayed that she too busy looking at all the different booths of games and various carnival food to notice that he sounded…

The click clack of her silver metallic boots had people’s heads turning as she walked down the hall. She couldn’t help but smile as she passed the gawkers. All this attention made her feel like she on a runway at fashion week and not walking down the dimly lit hall to her next class. With…

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